This was a remote town ruled by goblins.
Blitz hid at the edge of the forest, constantly adjusting the scanning mode of his compound eyes as he meticulously and comprehensively analyzed the peculiarities of this goblin town.
There was a three-meter-tall earthen wall on the outskirts of the town, and a small observation tower was built at the corner. A few goblin warriors stood on top of it, holding strange cylinders in their hands as they scanned the surroundings for any signs of activity.
In the town, there were many strange races entering and exiting, and most of them were much taller than the goblin guards. Their common characteristic was a metal ring made of a special material on their necks.
And if they disobeyed or got into a conflict with the goblin guards, the goblin guards only had to press a strange button on their wrists, and those big guys would be struck down with electric sparks. Then, they would naturally be beaten with whips and iron rods.
Blitz was slightly stunned.
Were these the weak goblins he knew? Since when did these green-skinned goblins become so cruel and vicious? Could it be that they relied on those strange electric shock collars to control the other races? Then how did they defeat the goblins and put on the collars …
Countless questions arose in Blitz's mind, but they were quickly answered by another scene he saw.
Just as Blitz was hiding in the forest, a deafening roar and ear-piercing noise came from another direction, accompanied by slight tremors on the ground.
It seemed … like some large creature was moving over there.
Blitz hesitated for a moment, and led the insect army over cautiously.
It was a small camp established in the forest.
The center of the camp was filled with thick logs that had just been chopped down, each of them as thick as two people's arms.
At the edge of the camp were five three-meter-tall, 700-kilogram humanoid logging robots hard at work. And sitting on the control panel of the logging robots, controlling them to chop down the tall trees were the short green-skinned goblins.
Alchemy puppets or Magic War Avatars?
Metallic humanoid shells, huge chains, gears, and all sorts of propeller shafts, exaggerated metal chainsaws, and steam rising from the back of the robots …
It turned out that the deafening roar they heard earlier was the noise made by the giant as it spat out steam as it strode forward, and the ear-piercing sound was the terrifying sound of a high-speed chainsaw cutting through a tree trunk.
Trees that were more than 20 meters tall and needed two people to wrap their arms around collapsed under the ear-piercing sound of chainsaws. Then, the Gnomes controlled the Logging Robots and used a few strokes to clear all the obstructing branches on the tree trunk. Only then did he use a pair of large mechanical hands to carry the log to the rear of the camp.
The five busying logging robots obviously had different tasks. Two of them were in charge of cutting down trees, one was in charge of cleaning the tree trunks, and the other two were in charge of transporting the trees … Under the control of a few gnome operators, their tasks were clear and orderly, completely displaying a different kind of powerful force.
The large slaves that Billis had seen in the small town were also here. Under the command of the Gnome guards, they carried the logs into the large houses and onto the operating table of the cutting machine. Amidst the ear-piercing sounds of cutting, the logs were cut into planks of appropriate size, and finally loaded onto the truck to be transported away.
After watching the entire process, Billis finally understood that this was only a small logging field ruled by the green-skinned goblins. Those rumbling machines were not the goblins' battle machines, but merely tools for them to cut down trees.
At this point, the gloominess in Blitz's heart deepened.
Seriously speaking, these Gnomes before him were probably the lowest level of cannon fodder in the so-called Great Goblin Empire. If even this bunch of cannon fodder were equipped with the terrifying 'Hercules', then the basic strength of the Great Goblin Empire was easy to deduce.
This was only a small plane, and the ones ruling the entire plane were just a bunch of weak and stupid Gnomes. However, Billis suddenly had an ominous premonition.
This plane did not seem to be as easy to deal with as he'd expected!
However, as a Worm Wizard from the Sorcerer World, Billis naturally would not be intimidated by such a 'small' difficulty. He made up his mind and lurked deep into the forest. He began to send out some meticulously bred insects to sneak into the Gnome's logging field.
… …
Damp woodland.
Lush tall trees and annoying shrubs filled the area. Tree vines and thorns that were difficult to cut filled up the space between the trees.
The camp was extremely humid, and it was accompanied by ear-piercing noises. It was simply a dream to sleep well in such an environment. Thus, even if Oldum used cotton balls to plug his ears, he could not fall asleep from the terrifying sounds of the chainsaws and the tremors of the tall trees falling to the ground.
As he cursed under his breath, Oldum got off his bed and put on his heavy metal boots. He then opened the tent door and made his way out.
"Oh, Commander, you're finally awake. That Dad Toke has come to see you twice. It seems that he has something very important to report to you … "The guard who was on sentry duty at the entrance of the tent roared loudly in a funny tone in Zhang Tie's ears.
Oldum was the commander of this camp. The five Gnome Logging Machines were under his command. Thus, he had become a green-skinned fellow whose position was even higher than the mayor of Beta Town.
Oldum shook his head. Only then did he remember that he had sent Old Torc to investigate the strange phenomenon in the distance half a day ago. The strange sound that shook the heaven and earth could be clearly felt from tens of miles away.
For no reason, Oldum felt a sense of guilt and shortness of breath. Under the guidance of an inexplicable thought, he immediately sent out his most capable Gnome helicopter to investigate. Now that the other party had come back to report, they must have found something special.
With that thought, Oldum immediately strode into a wooden hall in the middle of the camp. As expected, Old Torc was pacing around the wooden table anxiously, while the Gnome Apprentice Mosadin was sitting at the side with a blank look, as if he had not figured out the situation yet.
"Speak, Old Torc!" Commander Oldum strode into the wooden hall and sat in front of the wooden table. He looked at Old Torc with a solemn expression, "What news did you bring me this time?"
"Respected Sir Commander, the news I brought back this time might not be good news!" Tock's dad took off his goggles and grabbed his leather hat with a hesitant look.
"Speak, I'm listening …" Oldum's heart sank.
"I think … I suspect … that some otherworldly monsters have already invaded our world!" Old man Torc tightened his leather hat as he finally voiced out his thoughts.
The commander abruptly stood up. A nervous expression immediately appeared on his green face, which was covered with beige spots. He asked in rapid succession, "What monster is it? What kind of strength? Are there many of them? … "
Old Torc said awkwardly, "We didn't see anything when we went there. We only saw a forest that was destroyed after it went out of control."
"You didn't see anything? Then the monsters you mentioned … "
"Although we didn't see anything, based on my many years of experience, I can feel that there's a trace of evil that doesn't belong to our world!"
Commander Odum sat down again with a hesitant look on his face.
As an old Gnome warrior that had followed him for a long time, Old Torc had rich experience that other Gnomes could not reach. Therefore, there was no reason for him to ignore his report. However, without any evidence, how could he report to the higher-ups!
While he was hesitating, the noise of the slaves came from outside the camp.
"What happened?" Odum roared angrily.
A guard at the door ran in and reported, "Re … re … report … a monster came to the camp. It killed two slaves …"
Hearing the word 'monster', Oldum's heart trembled. He immediately drew his short-handled Gnome musket from his waist and strode out. Tok's father and Mosadin followed him out of the wooden hall.
At this time, the southwest corner of the camp was in a mess.
Twenty to thirty Troll slaves were running around in panic. Behind them was a strange scorpion the size of a mastiff. At the edge of the camp further away, the corpses of three Troll slaves were lying there. Their throats were badly mangled, and it was obvious that they had lost their lives.
The moment Oldum and the other Gnomes rushed out, the sound of muskets rang out in the camp. Seven to eight Gnome guards guarding the camp had already raised their muskets and fired at the strange scorpion.
Oldum could clearly see that the metal pellets were propelled by the explosion and shot at the body of the strange scorpion at a speed that was hard to catch with the naked eye. However, something happened that almost made him scream. Without exception, the metal pellets bounced off the strange scorpion's black carapace.
The parts of the strange scorpion that were shot would either leave a deep dent or a deep scratch, but none of the pellets penetrated the scorpion's carapace.
Furthermore, the pellets that bounced off even knocked down two Troll slaves who were running away in panic.
The scorpion that was attacked became even more enraged. A layer of yellow smoke rose from its body, and its body suddenly disappeared in the smoke. When it reappeared, it was already beside a Gnome guard 20 meters away.
Crack …
The terrifying scorpion actually used its huge jaws to bite off the Gnome guard's right leg. Even the Gnome guard's metal armor that was half a finger thick could not withstand the terrifying bite. It was forcefully swallowed by the scorpion.
Damn it, the Gnome muskets could not hurt it at all!
"Quick, get the logging machines back for me …"
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